The painting skills are quite good, worthy of being an engineer's descendant, but the things popularized by it... Before Ian could step forward, Qiu Zhang curiously leaned in and asked with some confusion.
"Why can't you avoid riding flying brooms on rainy days? We wizards can learn Apparition, there's no need to ride flying brooms in such weather, right?"
Her confusion made sense.
However, this was met with unanimous shaking of heads from the little warlocks.
"You don't understand, this is faith."
This group of guys continued to enthusiastically discuss how to modify flying brooms, with a passion that Qiu Zhang could not understand, neither could other little witches.
"I invented a Thunder Absorption Ball, you can throw it out when encountering lightning." Even senior male wizards joined in on this discussion.
This person, a sixth-year Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain, caused an uproar of exclamation and admiration among the other little wizards when he pulled out a bunch of small black balls.
The nearly adult boy couldn't stop grinning, claiming it was all thanks to the Professor of Alchemy's help, but his split mouth could not hide his inner pride.
"These childish guys!"
Ian and Qiu Zhang, along with a few other little wizards, headed to the hall for breakfast.
"Do you think if we invented a lightning rod that can charge brooms and make them accelerate explosively, it could sell?" Ian's sudden imaginative suggestion left Qiu Zhang speechless.
"I think you should ask those few people?" The Ravenclaw little witch noticed the boy beside her seemed constantly tempted to reach out and grab the long braids of the little girl swaying in front of them.
She really couldn't hold it in.
Perhaps those discussing flying brooms were more mature?
"Daphne!"
Ian spotted an old acquaintance in front of the hall and directly abandoned his good friend Qiu Zhang to run over. Daphne Greengrass, who was originally standing with her back to them, shivered all over just hearing Ian's voice.
Wanted to run.
But was stopped right in her tracks by Ian.
"I've already praised you three times today! Please don't come finding trouble with me again!" Daphne Greengrass said with the firmest voice these most submissive words.
"When have your people not troubled me? Have you ever seen a little wizard more cautious than me?" Ian felt that the little Slytherin witch in front of him definitely had a prejudice against him.
"..."
Daphne Greengrass was rendered speechless, "My family has already educated me, and I've already apologized to you. Isn't that enough to satisfy you?"
She tugged at her friend beside her who was attempting to escape, as if fearing Ian would use the "Human Disappearance Technique" on her, as Ian's casting that time had frightened her and many witnesses out completely.
"I just want to get the compensation I'm owed. Dumbledore said your family had agreed, but how many days has it been, and I still haven't seen any comforting for my mental trauma!" Ian was always thinking about the compensation from the pure-blood clans, he just didn't want to pester Dumbledore every other day.
"I... I don't know..."
Daphne Greengrass really wanted to say she was the one hurt, but didn't have the guts, still worrying Ian would report the incident on the little boat.
This guy not only had great strength but also had Snape and Dumbledore backing him. If she had known this situation earlier, she'd rather offend the autistic Aurora than this guy.
The words "mudblood".
Seemed to have become a lifelong psychological shadow for Daphne Greengrass.
"This is all I have."
Looking at the little warlock, who was even shorter than herself but had just started growing rapidly, Daphne Greengrass tremblingly took out her exquisite money bag.
She made Ian feel like he was a robber.
"I'm not the kind of guy who likes to bully girls... Does your family only give you this little allowance?" Ian didn't open the money bag but by hefting it in hand, could already approximate the amount.
Golden Galleons, Silver Sickles, and copper Knuts not only have different weights but also make different sounds when they collide. Hmm, Ian understood this because he was an excellent Alchemist.
Not a money-grubber.
"Grindelwald... Miss is selling the relics of Slytherin ancestors, I've bought quite a lot." Daphne Greengrass not only honestly answered Ian's question, but also hastily pulled out a bunch of items to prove herself, afraid Ian would think she's lying and send her to the stake.
Only to see.
Daphne Greengrass holding a chaotic mix of things in hand, including a map Ian was familiar with, a pendant box he wasn't familiar with, a Feather Pen... even an earring.
Looking at a pile of Alchemy Creations.
Ian couldn't help but widen his eyes.
He thought he was the only one at Hogwarts who could deduce by analogy, didn't expect Aurora to deduce by analogy...twenty-six? No wonder Daphne Greengrass's money bag was empty!
Aurora was simply a genius at applying what she learned; having learned a marketing technique from Ian, she sneakily had orchestrated such a dazzling array in Slytherin College!
The German little girl really was studying seriously! Not just for show! Outdoing the master! Look at Aurora's achievements! Then at his own slow-selling heated shorts!